As I find every year, the ride keeps getting easier. I know the route now, which helps – I know where I’m going to bonk if I don’t stop to stretch and eat a bar, for example – but I’m also getting stronger. I’m riding less these days than I did a few years ago, but my fitness level is up, and I felt like a badass the whole way. It’s hard not to feel great when you’ve got views like this one.
It didn’t hurt that there were some characters on the ride, including two hulking dudes on a Barbie-pink tandem road bike. Every time they road by I did a little cheer in my heart.
When I rolled onto campus after 45 miles and 3.5 hours, my ass was sore but my spirits were high. The greeting party gave me an extra big cheer for being the 100th person to ride in from San Francisco, which seemed auspicious.
I also saw our CFO’s nipples as he changed into an official BTWD tshirt, so that was something too.